Ya Gotta Pay

there’s a bar in this town

its so easy to hate

that opens real early

and they close real late

get anything ya want

if you ask the right way

anything at all

ya just gotta pay

pay the bouncers

pay the fiends

pay the locals

pay the touts

ya gotta pay

there’s a carpark behind the bar

broken bottles, weeds and teeth

more derelict than the denizens

of this darkened place

get ya anything you want

if you ask the right way

anything at all

ya just gotta pay

pay the jakeys

pay the junkies

pay the arseholes

pay the flunkies

ya gotta pay

and then ya gotta hope

hope ya don’t get rolled

there’s a whole ‘nother world

beyond the carpark

a whole new world

that’s not happening here

doesn’t smell like dogshit

disintegrating by degrees

it doesn’t smell like pay checks

pissed into the breeze

it doesn’t smell like futility

or last moment bent kneed pleas

it doesn’t smell like murder

copulation or disease

get ya anything you want

if you ask the right way

anything at all

but ya still gotta pay